Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.